His thin claws slipped into the bullet hole the man was bleeding out through, drool dripping from his lips in thick ropes, landing on the cooling skin of the corpse. There was a sort of tremor in his actions, like a final kiss to a parted lover. He slowly tore apart the flesh of the other like separating the halves of an orange, muscle being shucked apart with thick, wet noises. He couldn't control himself as he lowered his head like a dog panting for water, lapping up the viscous liquid that poured from the wound like nectar.
He slowly pulled away, his breath heavy, hot against the flesh, removing the claws embedded in his past lover with a sharp yank, spraying himself with viscera as he greedily licked the gore from his fingers, pawing blood from his chin to his lips. The metallic taste was almost orgasmic, dulling all his other senses as he indulged in the taste of the other. The taste he had long yearned for.
He couldn't focus on any of their surroundings, the bed they laid upon, sheets sullied with the presence of another, the buzzing florescent light casting thin shadows on the movements within the room, revealing all of the desecrated corpse's glory. His hunger was a fire burning within him, gentle yet serrated teeth crunching into meat, ripping and tearing, filling a hole in his stomach.
Small gasps and whimpers escaped him with each mouthful, blood staining the sweat drenched shirt he still adorned, looking down at the nude beauty of the man he once cherished. He dragged a blood coated knuckle against the lifeless face, licking his split apart mouth as he watched red liquid stain the man's cheek. He couldn't help but bite away at the intact skin of his neck, almost hallucinating the other's pathetic moans from the actions of the past, spurring him on as he tasted a fountain of warm blood enter his mouth, a shiver running up his spine, the thick quills on his back shaking with pleasure.
He tore away the skin, slowly calming down, coming off the high, admiring his work. He couldn't help the smile that made its way across his lips, kissing along the last remaining bits of flesh on the upper body. Slow limbs removed his dirtied shirt, using it to wipe off the last of the gore on himself before changing, stepping from the room, pleased with their final meeting.